Security Envelopes by A. Paige White Security envelopes one box of 40 whites empty, awaiting a broken arm that was, to bespeak the sprain of calling for help no sham pain, this to sip my cue to answer within a flight bare of all but minimums the maximum value 'fore a dance in our inditer's refrain I see a poem to "Mother" three stanzas I love you three rugs covering the danger zone for feet quickened to the call... to measure a fall in the fall with wings but most of all... I note them small. 06/10/2010 Author's Note: My writing timelines leap around afar and away ahead to... always a day late... Poetic Asides per Bruce Neidt's inspiring posts Posted on 06/10/2010 Copyright © 2024 A. Paige White Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Johnny Crimson on 06/11/10 at 06:12 PM "withing a flight bare of all but minimums" Nicely done. Posted by Glenn Currier on 06/12/10 at 04:39 AM I like the way you took up the challenge from Robert and placed me right there over your shoulders. Got the allusion to the pain and the sprain. Thanks for bringing your poetic camera into your space and sharing your shots. Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 06/25/10 at 08:06 PM Dealing with pain in a surrealistic fashion hopefully brings some relief and satisfaction. Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 06/20/12 at 01:20 PM the language here is free as a bird to venture where it will and then some. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)